After all, we had history. She still had a shred of decency though, looking embarrassed on realizing it was me who’d overheard her sneer to Humberto... “The violas…!”She stopped in mid-sentence, but the damage was done. He already knew what she was implying. So did I.Bad timing though.The prodigy wanted Elgar’s Cello Concerto on our programme. Fabulous music obviously, but, seriously, as if dipping his cock into an ambitious cellist had nothing to do with it.So, our rehearsal had been going okay,. She’s beautiful and she lives right across the street.I can see her place from my kitchen window. I watched as she got home from work this evening. I was surprised when she walked across the street, up my driveway and knocked on the door. I opened the door, she looked at me and said “I just got home, and I have this strong urge to have a good time, dance, get drunk, and have sex tonight. Are you doing anything?” I quickly replied “Nope, I’m free!” “Great” she said. “Can you watch my dog?”I’m. He didn't get the second chance. That piece of shit was taken byPenny. Penny saved Nadia from him. She saved Nadia and gave Joe what hedeserved, that motherfucker."Good girl," cooed Penny. "Very good girl. Are you comfortable on yourknees?" No," said Nadia's body."Good. Stay there. I'm going to ask you a few questions." Yes, Penny." Oh none of that. People repeat me enough during my day job. I won'thave it from you." Penny uncrossed her legs and moved closer to the edgeof the bed. Nadia's head. My hips joined in with his stroking rhythm as he played my lonely, neglected little cunt, giving it some much deserved attention. My own fingers were busy clutching the length of his wonderful hard-on. It had been awhile but like the saying goes, it was like riding a bicycle. But still, I was amazed that I was stroking a hard dick and that I was on a brink of having sex with someone. Brian was heavy, breathing into my ear, begging me to cum as he continued to finger me, his fingers moving in.